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Seite 43 - If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Seite 80 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Seite 46 - The Moor is of a free and open nature, That thinks men honest, that but seem to be so ; And will as tenderly be led by the nose, As asses are.
Seite 98 - I travelled, I took a particular delight in hearing the songs and fables that are come from father to son, and are most in vogue among the common people of the countries through which I passed...
Seite 42 - Demand me nothing ; what you know, you know : From this time forth I never will speak word.
Seite 147 - God, yet they defer from day to day, from week to week, from month to month, from year to year, the practice of these duties.
Seite 603 - Farewell, great painter of mankind ! Who reach'd the noblest point of art, Whose pictured morals charm the mind, And through the eye correct the heart. If Genius fire thee, reader, stay, If nature touch thee, drop a tear, If neither move thee — turn away — For Hogarth's honour'd dust lies here.
Seite 45 - Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so, for my peculiar end ; For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In complement extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at I am not what I am.
Seite 285 - If the law supposes that," said Mr. Bumble, squeezing his hat emphatically in both hands, "the law is a ass — a idiot. If that's the eye of the law, the law's a bachelor ; and the worst I wish the law is, that his eye may be opened by experience — by experience.